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Title: Under a Tree
Characters: Younger Prussia, Holy Roman Empire, Germania
Notes: It was beautiful to look at, though it pained his eyes to see the white as it layered around his home.
The house was unusually chilly that morning. The small boy curled up tighter next to his older brother, trying to shake off the cold by being near a constant warmth. The older one shifted, kicking the younger out of the bed as he stretched. The little one yelped as his uncovered skin touched the cold floor, and he hopped back into the bed shivering. After being pushed off a second time, he made his way to the fire in the den, putting fire onto it and lighting it sleepily. Though Sleep tugged at his eyes and drew them closed, he kept them open as he pushed open the door, frowning when it was heavier than normal.
The once green pastures and forest were dusted in white, a dazzling sight as the rising sun glinted off each white speck. He shut his eyes at the sudden brightness, and then reluctantly opened them to get used to it. The small boy touched the white stuff, flinching back and sticking his finger into his mouth at the sudden stab of coldness it brought. Unreasonably excited (he had no idea why he was, but it felt wonderful!), he ran back into where his brother was sleeping cozily wrapped in a cocoon of warm wool blankets. It was his turn to get his brother out of bed, and he easily rolled him off the comfortable bed with a loud THUD.
Both boys got dressed in their warmest attires, a strange light in their eyes as they ran out into the white pastures, laughing at each other as they stumbled along. It was his older brother's idea to pack snow into a ball shape to throw at each other, and it was the best idea he had had the entire year! As the snowballs soared through the air, one missed its mark and landed on another: Their father's face. Both of them shuddered, and not from the cold, but at the sudden appearance of their father, the snowball melting slowly from the heat of the open door and the lit fire. He wiped it off and tossed it outside the door. The pair of troublemakers waited for punishment as he left from the doorway. He returned, sporting his own warm clothes.
And promptly threw a packed ball of snow right at the older's brother's head, the sudden force knocking him backwards into the snow.
He sat up and made one of this one, the battle continuing with a new player and new enemy. The boys teamed up against their father, laughter filling the chilly air with warmth. When none of them could feel their fingers or toes or even their noses, turned a red rose color because of the biting cold, they returned inside, huddled together in the warmth of familiarity and of the fire.
When the two awoke the next morning, their hearts dropped at the sight of the green grass peeking from under the water that occupied the site where the brilliant white snow had been. Lower tree branches hung heavy with snow. Their eyes brightened up as they realized the snowmen they had so carefully crafted were still there, hiding under the shade from the harmful sun rays which had melted their winter wonderland.
From under the tree, two boys and a father sat smiling at the house.
Characters: Younger Prussia, Holy Roman Empire, Germania
Notes: It was beautiful to look at, though it pained his eyes to see the white as it layered around his home.
The house was unusually chilly that morning. The small boy curled up tighter next to his older brother, trying to shake off the cold by being near a constant warmth. The older one shifted, kicking the younger out of the bed as he stretched. The little one yelped as his uncovered skin touched the cold floor, and he hopped back into the bed shivering. After being pushed off a second time, he made his way to the fire in the den, putting fire onto it and lighting it sleepily. Though Sleep tugged at his eyes and drew them closed, he kept them open as he pushed open the door, frowning when it was heavier than normal.
The once green pastures and forest were dusted in white, a dazzling sight as the rising sun glinted off each white speck. He shut his eyes at the sudden brightness, and then reluctantly opened them to get used to it. The small boy touched the white stuff, flinching back and sticking his finger into his mouth at the sudden stab of coldness it brought. Unreasonably excited (he had no idea why he was, but it felt wonderful!), he ran back into where his brother was sleeping cozily wrapped in a cocoon of warm wool blankets. It was his turn to get his brother out of bed, and he easily rolled him off the comfortable bed with a loud THUD.
Both boys got dressed in their warmest attires, a strange light in their eyes as they ran out into the white pastures, laughing at each other as they stumbled along. It was his older brother's idea to pack snow into a ball shape to throw at each other, and it was the best idea he had had the entire year! As the snowballs soared through the air, one missed its mark and landed on another: Their father's face. Both of them shuddered, and not from the cold, but at the sudden appearance of their father, the snowball melting slowly from the heat of the open door and the lit fire. He wiped it off and tossed it outside the door. The pair of troublemakers waited for punishment as he left from the doorway. He returned, sporting his own warm clothes.
And promptly threw a packed ball of snow right at the older's brother's head, the sudden force knocking him backwards into the snow.
He sat up and made one of this one, the battle continuing with a new player and new enemy. The boys teamed up against their father, laughter filling the chilly air with warmth. When none of them could feel their fingers or toes or even their noses, turned a red rose color because of the biting cold, they returned inside, huddled together in the warmth of familiarity and of the fire.
When the two awoke the next morning, their hearts dropped at the sight of the green grass peeking from under the water that occupied the site where the brilliant white snow had been. Lower tree branches hung heavy with snow. Their eyes brightened up as they realized the snowmen they had so carefully crafted were still there, hiding under the shade from the harmful sun rays which had melted their winter wonderland.
From under the tree, two boys and a father sat smiling at the house.